After all these years, I am still an existentialist. I live in a pendulum contemplating life and death. I shift between experiencing life at its fullest joy and sadness. there is a bittersweet poignant taste to existence. I made this poem way back 1999. I will die when the sun is high; noontime, dry, hot, and humid; I will sleep the great sleep drunk in thoughtless thoughts; the pine trees will dance with the wind; the birds silently look; the mountain will rumble; and all the people that I love will be images and phantom memories in my head. In all my road I am alone; all my love are but happy thoughts; all my friends are memories; all my experiences are Maya; I myself am a shadow lurking the earth; there is only this inscrutable self…watching…and my friend death…waiting.
